It was more like indentured servitude. So I didn't ask fora different choice of music. Ted squinted after it, trying to make out the number plate,trying to decide if he'd ill-chosen his moment to happen uponEugenie. I'm not sure why.
Tea, coffee. That's thechoice she made years ago when she left without bothering to mentionwhere she was going. She had cockedup and it had cost her a suspension from duty, her previous rank, andprobably the chance to rise in the Met. If it's not the police, then it's the papers.
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